you talked to Trevor?”
“Yes.”
“What did he say?“
“He said there would be an investigation,” I shrugged. “He believes it's one of us.”
“It can't be you,” she said adamantly.
“Thanks, but you don't know me well enough.”
“I just see it. I feel people. But your shifty-eyed friend could well be the killer.”
“Leonov? Nah, he wouldn't hurt a fly. So, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I'd like to take you with me tomorrow to show the power supply systems of the base. You should get down to work as soon as possible, and being an engineer makes you my subordinate,” she smiled.
“Aye, boss,” her smile made me feel like melting, “but I can't come tomorrow. Leonov is going to torture us with medical tests. If he's satisfied, I will be at your disposal the day after tomorrow.”
“That's quite reasonable,” she said, getting up. “Well then, see you when you are free. Good night.”
I walked her to the door and locked it, because a danger foreseen is a danger half avoided. Then I dropped on the bed and passed out.
Day 2
My sleep was unceremoniously interrupted by the sound of someone smacking their hand on the door, and it took me a while to realize where I was. Luckily, Boris Leonov's voice barking from the corridor brought me back to reality quickly enough.
“Max, John, get up. Sheila is already waiting; they've provided me with a full set of equipment for one day only. Come on, Lisa is already here. We are waiting for you two.”
I valiantly suppressed the urge to pull the blanket over my head and tell the Russian to get lost. Five minutes later I was in the corridor, a minute ahead of the captain. We greeted each other.
“Follow me, you lazybones,” Leonov led us down the corridor.
We took an elevator down to the medical bay again, but not to the compartment where our capsules were. Boris handed me and John over to Sheila's care and nudged Lisa into another room. There were two scan beds against the right wall. Sheila told us to lie down there. She had a disgruntled look again. Maybe it's her natural expression, I thought, making myself comfortable. I knew a guy like that back in college. Everyone thought he was an idiot, because he smiled all the time when he talked. Then we found out that his facial nerves had been damaged in an accident.
Of course, scans were just the beginning, Boris wouldn't stop even for a moment. He rushed back and forth, muttered something under his breath, made us undergo tests, took samples. Dr. Stein came to check on us a couple of times and, having witnessed all the frantic activity, went somewhere about his business shining with content.
Taney visited us once. Obviously, he wanted to ask a few questions about the murder. He just silently stood at the entrance for a couple of minutes, then left without uttering a single word, rightfully considering us too busy at the moment. Leonov kept harassing us on and on. Even during lunch his hovering presence was so annoying that the food stuck in our throats.
In the evening, unexpectedly for all crew members who accepted the fate of endless suffering, he declared, “That will be all for today, I believe.”
“Are you absolutely sure?” John asked ironically, putting on his shoes.
To our dismay, Leonov kept silent for moment, quite seriously trying to recall what he could possibly miss.
“Yes, you can go. I'll check the tests.”
“Let's have dinner,” Finn suggested. “I'm exhausted. I wonder how this maniac keeps on his feet, not to mention his eagerness to check the tests.”
“I can hear everything,” Boris' loud voice commented from the next room. “You see, I just love my job. But you wouldn't understand, would you?”
“It was a joke, right?” John asked.
“In his case, you never know. Come on, I'm sick of this place,” Lisa said.
The three of us headed to the mess hall.
The dinner was not very diverse. I already knew that two floors of the base were occupied with farms: one for chicken and eggs, the other for vegetables. They took water from the borehole, but it was not enough, so the waste water was filtered and used for technical needs. Breathable air was created artificially by means of biotechnologies.
I was listlessly picking at the green mass on my plate and listening to Finn, thinking that it would be nice if the local cook, Raheem, was a yoga instructor – this way he would have nothing to do with me or cooking.
“Today I also plan to discuss our place at the base with Trevor, as well as an excursion to the surface to our lander,” the captain was saying.
“We also need to know how and when Cheng's funeral will be arranged,” Lisa said.
“I think they cremate bodies here, but I'll clarify this question,” Finn answered. “Hey, Max, what are you thinking about?”
“About Cheng, what else?” I dropped my spoon with distaste. “I'm trying to understand the motive. Because that’s most important. I can't let go of the feeling that we all saw something, but couldn't realize its true meaning. We missed it. And she didn't. I keep replaying the events in my mind, but I can't point my finger on anything, except that she often checked her watch. But why? To monitor the flow of time? I don't understand why. She was a physicist, so she could know something that we don't. I have no idea.”
“I'm thinking of something else,” Lisa said. “About justice. It's truly sad how Ji ended up. A person grew, studied, aspired to something, to the stars, dreamed. Then some bastard just cut it all off. And we were powerless, we failed to help her.”
“We'll find the culprit, we will,” Finn said. “I'm going to see Trevor now.”
“I don't know, I'm not so sure we'll find them,” I muttered as the captain was leaving.
Lisa and I got up and went to our rooms. The mood was foul. I wanted to talk to Boris, but his door was locked, he probably hadn't returned from the medical bay yet. Exhausted by the tests, I fell asleep quickly enough, but my sleep was troubled. I dreamed of monsters – green, with huge eyes like black holes. They were stretching their hands with branching fingers to my neck. I knew I had to run, but I couldn't. My leg muscles seemed to have lost all their strength, they wouldn’t respond to my brain's frantic orders urging them to move, my knees trembled and buckled.
Day 3
A knock on the door. I opened my eyes. This was becoming a tradition.
“Who's there?” I asked.
“Anna,” a voice from behind the door answered.
“Just a moment, let me put something on!”
“Hello! Today I will finally take you with me,” she smiled, entering the room, a tool bag over her shoulder.
“Good for you, but I need a shave,” I replied.
“Oh,
